Pink

So many pink clothes. So so many pink clothes. So many pink clothes that there are days in a row where she wears pink from head to toe because I don't have enough clothes that aren't pink to break up the outfit. Sorry Sophie, I say, it's pink again! Pink up to my ears. I'm full of pink.

And dressed from head to toe in pink and wrapped in pink with pink socks and a pink hat a stranger on the street will call her buddy and ask how old he is. And I don't mind, I really don't, but I think, "Really?"

Another Milestone

Last night Sophie was chewing on my finger and I felt the beginnings of her first tooth poking through on the bottom! First tooth! I told her about her first tooth so many times that the word "tooth" can now send her into a giggle fit, as does my impression of Grover doing "Near....FAR!" I haven't gotten a good look at the tooth yet, that pesky tongue does get in the way. I'm also glad for this development because it gives me hope that her recent wakings in the night have indeed been due to this new development and not just for the purposes of making me insane.

Sophie's also been pulling herself up, both into sitting and standing positions.



Don't worry Mom, we lowered the crib mattress.

She's crawling on her belly like she's part of some covert operation. She still doesn't go too far in any direction, and that's just fine by me.